So Papa C. has officially been gone for 1 week. Papa is a very picky eater and only eats beef, fried potatoes, bread, and bacon. I can probably count on one hand the amount of times I’ve seen him eat a vegetable and I can guarantee that none of them were green.
The only positive thing Mama C. and I can come up with about him being gone is that we can finally try some healthy recipes we found on Pinterest.
Yeah, so the healthiest thing we’ve consumed all week is Subway and Sangria (hey, it had fruit in it). So much for that plan.
Even though the likelihood of my waking up if someone were to enter our home is very low, I still keep my gun loaded and within reach with Papa C. gone.
I have no doubts that B.H. would protect us against intruders, but just as Mama C. thinks putting chairs in front of all the doors when we go to sleep at night will keep people out, I think keeping a gun within reach to back B.H. up is necessary.
I am my father’s daughter.
Speaking of B.H., something you should know about him is that he is extremely knowledgeable about the strangest things. This knowledge recently came in handy, and was expanded, when the Plantation received a visit from the Jehovah’s Witness people.
B.H. happened to be home alone and, unlike the rest of the C. family, he not only answered the door BUT also listened to everything they had to say. At the end of their little presentation he told them he had a question.
Leave it to B.H. to ask questions at the end. What was his question, you may ask?
“Why don’t ya’ll have windows in your buildings?”
Yes, that really happened and unfortunately I don't remember the answer.